“One must do violence to the object of one’s desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.” ~ Marquis De Sade
Things changed once T/they moved in together.
He had always been… Fierce in bed. It was one of the qualities that attracted her to Him. Between the sheets He was like an animal, primal. So different from His normal thoughtful, studious demeanor. But she loved His day-to-day self, too. He was quiet, but happy, a smile never far from the lips she adored kissing. He had some traditional opinions, more conservative than she was truly comfortable with, but she wrote them off as quirks. Quaint beliefs, probably from His upbringing. Besides, He was so kind.
When she lost her secretarial job she was crushed. she knew that she’d been fired simply because she wouldn’t respond to some of the Partners’ advances. she had her principles; she wouldn’t be a whore for Them. But, still, it stung to be dismissed just because They wanted her body over her mind or ability. Thankfully her Boyfriend came to her rescue. He arranged for her to move into His place as soon as her lease was up. He took care of all the fees, even paid her rent in the interim. He was so good to her, so kind.
she knew that she wouldn’t be able to find another job any time soon, not in this economy. So she settled into the role of being His de facto housewife. To her friends she would talk jokingly about how she’d become a kept woman by accident, but it still hurt a little inside to admit it to herself. Even more, it was difficult to accept the fact that it made her a little heated when she thought about it. A blush on her cheeks and a secret wetness between her legs when she said the words.
So she cleaned His apartment, cooked His meals, kept His clothing in good repair. And she saw to His needs in His bedroom. Though He had always been fierce with her, sexually, there was something different, now. He called her a cunt while He was inside of her, one night, and must have taken her gasp as a sign of encouragement. He went on with a veritable torrent of degradation, humiliating whispers pouring out of Him as He gripped her hair and rode her.
When He called her a worthless whore, she came. Moments later, He did so as well.
Things went effectively back to normal after that, though deep down she didn’t really want them to. Until one day, when she was late with dinner. she had spoken to Him on the phone and knew He was having a terrible day at work. she had done her best to prepare a true feast for Him to come home to, but her timing was off. When He walked in, He asked her where dinner was and she had to tell Him that it wouldn’t be ready for a half an hour.
So He slapped her. It wasn’t particularly hard, but the sound of it echoed through the apartment like a rifle shot. her hand went to her reddened cheek, mouth agape. He stood there for a moment, looking at her.
“Lazy cocksucker,” He said under His breath.
she couldn’t respond. Couldn’t even look at Him. Lowering her eyes, she saw the bulge in His pants. Then it was a confusion; His hands were on her, hard, hurting, forcing her down. she was on her knees, skin sore from where He grabbed her, cheek stinging from His slap. His pants were open, and then her mouth was full. Realization came back to her, but there was nothing she could do. she was afraid, in truth, though her inner thighs were as warm as her cheek. she cried for a few moments as she went to work, but stopped as the sheer size and firmness of His shaft overwhelmed her. she threw herself into her task.
After that things were effectively normalized, though His new roughness came with Him to the bedroom and persisted there. He insulted her constantly while using her. He hit her and clawed her, marking her pale skin. He made her endure His lusts, which were suddenly voracious. she never thought to refuse Him any of it. A few days later He came to her after a long period of quiet thoughtfulness. He had kept His own council for so long that she was almost afraid that she’s done something wrong and He was about to throw her out. Instead, He calmly told her that He didn’t want her wearing clothing in His apartment any more.
“A whore should be dressed for a whore’s work,” He said quietly.
His words took her breath away. Disagreements swelled in her breast, but died away as He looked at her, smiling. He was so kind to her, she remembered. So, wordlessly, she stripped naked, folding her clothing carefully and putting them to one side. He nodded, smile growing wider, and opened the fly of His pants. He leaned back. she knew what was expected. she straddled Him and rode Him until He came deep inside her. she hadn’t thought she would cum herself, but she did. Explosively.
she adapted to His instructions rather quickly. But there were mistakes here and there. Today she dressed to go to the supermarket, and forgot to strip again when she got home. she was rushing around trying to get the house in order and dinner cooked when she heard His key in the lock. Suddenly she realized that she’d done wrong. Looking down at herself, she blushed in deep shame at her light blouse, her pants and underwear. There was nothing she could do. Trembling, she met Him at the door.
He growled. No smile then. He slapped her and spun her around. Over the couch she went, disoriented. she felt her pants being ripped down, the air cool on her backside. There was a swift riffling sound. And then His belt came down on her ass, making her scream and jump in pain. The shock of it was the worst. As was the fact that He hadn’t said a word. Again the belt came down. Again she screamed, crying now as she levered herself up instinctively on her hands.
she lowered herself right back down again, too. she knew what was coming. His belt ripped through the air and kissed her skin, so unused to a whipping that she screamed torturously. she wept openly, begging for His forgiveness. she cried out that she was sorry over and over again. His belt came up and down. His punishment continued.
she took it. she knew that it was her fault. she had earned it. she had disappointed Him. she hasn’t done as she was told. And He was such a kind Man.
